sincere flame

Theresa 2022-03-08 08:01:41

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The story takes place in winter in Beijing.
Dirty fog, foul haze, dry and cold wind, and the rolling sand that belongs only to the north make this imperial city a chaotic river and lake.
The hustle and bustle of the alley can't be buried by the snow. Accompanied by the cries of pie stalls on the side of the road in the early morning, the bells of Ban'ernong riding the scooter to work, the chattering of the whole family greeting the whole family, the city officials and hawkers smashing cars and stalls." This is the beginning of a story about the "Old Pao'er" Liu Ye.
Sixth Master's "rules" also took the opportunity to say hello, greeting you.
The dispute between the urban management officer and the lampshade is a tireless daily routine in almost all cities in China. There will always be a lot of people watching the fun, and everyone knows the ending clearly. They pass by when they watch a play, and occasionally add fire and shout twice to find happiness without spending money, so why not do it.
The old Beijing who lived in the hutong had a "non-mainstream" way of meddling. Letting the illegal lampshade take the initiative to hand over the "illegal property", and even helping people pay for the damage to the police car, and rubbing the side and scratching the ear of the city management who slapped the lampshade. This is only in his values. . Everything is logical, knowing the law and breaking the law is wrong, it is wrong to damage people's money, it is wrong to enforce the law violently, and it is wrong to intentionally hurt people. One yard is one yard, no one can suffer. We are not afraid of offending people after spending money, but we are afraid of losing our morality.
Sixth Master's "rules" followed like dense drum beats, constantly beating and appearing in important plots. The sound was deafening, and the sky resounded. From the kindness to the begging girl, the resentment of the onlookers by jumping off the building, to the several confrontations with Xiaofei, the scale in Liu Ye's heart has always been placed there evenly. Only when he is flat can he be stable and live a solid life.
"If you have the way of benevolence and recognition, you can make a name. If you use the name of profit, you will be disadvantaged." This is his morality in the rivers and lakes. The snow in the snow in Beijing blinds people, and the white area makes people unable to see into the distance, but looking down, you can still find their lonely footprints, they are holding torches trying to illuminate the desolate city. Like the flame of sincerity, the light of stubborn temper.

And this world is changing faster and faster, people are curled up in their coats, and Lou Jian on the street is pointing at the blue sky. The buildings outside the hutong have been renovated, and the name Xuanwu District has long since disappeared. They can't keep up with the update of many things, and they can't download many rules in time. A son can teach Laozi a lesson, and a new generation begins a revolution. Elderly people who fall on the road are called "touching porcelain", and young people start taking selfies when they see jumping off the building. Rich people no longer feed lions and tigers, ostriches appear on the road galloping... The rules in their hearts have become serious and ridiculous "bragging rights" in the eyes of juniors. This brotherhood of loyalty has long been inferior to red beef. Do.
A group of people who grew up under the roots of the imperial city suddenly became a stone of extreme poverty, out of tune with this new world, and took on the meaning of "stubbornness".
Also Zeng Jizi was young, with black sable fur on his horse. Now that I am old, scratching my white head, I am still chatting and laughing at the emperor's dominance. I never thought that the rivers and lakes are ever-changing, and the impermanence of the world is unbearable. The generation of gangsters riding manganese steel bicycles will be written into history by the cool, rich and handsome driving Enzo Ferrari.

But it's not like people will stop everything when they reach middle age, how can they be willing to waste their spring and autumn. Can't take it, can't take it, can't take it. Crying for a group of brothers and raw melon eggs to come to a confrontation of the century on the ice lake, we still have to do what we need to do, and we can't change the rules. Documents that violate laws and disciplines should be reported. No matter what royal power or wealth, no matter what rules and regulations he has, there is no such thing in the old world. Going to the last appointment in this life, you can go with peace of mind if you keep the rules. Wearing a woolen green army coat, carrying a long set of sabres, riding a bicycle and chasing the ostrich, we set off when the sun rose in the winter. It's still the same place, it's still the same road, just like yesterday in countless yesterdays.
On the vast ice lake, Liu Ye's bones were like shattering in the boundless whirlwind. The blood melted the long-term ice and snow, and formed a sharp ice on the branches. His soul walks on the edge of the blade, and every step is a struggle and confrontation with the self, both physically and psychologically. In the end, there was no ice blade to meet, and there was no red blood blooming on the white ice. The roaring kneeling is the strongest voice in the era of deafening and deafening in the clear cold weather. The last body that stumbles and falls is the solemn and eye-catching black shadow under the long winter day. With this fixed, Lao Pao'er's passion burned.
In fact, the wilderness was already bright everywhere. On the way of growth, now or in the future, when a confused traveler from a distance sees such a fire, there will always be someone staggering and screaming towards the bright. Maybe Xiaofei, maybe more young people.

They are still old.
The times are passing, the growth rings are increasing, and it doesn't matter who said fate. This is foreshadowed soon after the movie begins. Xu Qing's "Talkboxer" and "Old Paoer" Liu Ye's second passion scene is a bodily function of raising a white flag. When I was young, I also "climbed out of the wall with blossoming flowers, and broke the branches and willows on the road. The flowers climbed red and the stamens were tender, the willows folded and the emeralds were soft, and the prodigal son was romantic. Hugh. For half my life, I folded the willows and climbed the flowers, and I slept on the willows for the rest of my life.” I hoped that “the leader of the world is the leader of the world’s prodigal sons.” . Not only the body, but the heart is too soft when you get old. I can't help but show more care to Xiaobo, and I can't hide the burning love embedded in the twilight eye pattern. Nothing compares to being close to a child. "The child laughs in a dream, and a butterfly flies in the courtyard." The old father, Lao Pao'er, probably most hoped, but to experience a vivid joy similar to this moment.
I once heard people say that men will only get old and not mature, but now I don't think that's right. The process of maturation is "a transcendence of love and hate, repeated questioning and denial of appearances, quest and compromise of destiny; with the degeneration of the body, the gradual awakening of perception, and after passing through the vast time, to oneself. The ultimate loyalty." The feelings of the youth come from old age, and the heat in his youth has been burned by the sixth master for a lifetime. This is not childish, but in the attitude of a child, he has been loyal to himself for a lifetime.

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As a post-95 who grew up in Guangzhou, in the first half hour of watching the movie, to be honest, perhaps with some incomprehension, I was a little stuck in my heart at first. The way the old gunners behaved in the beginning made me seem to see the shadow of some of the parents I feared. They grew up in the change of times, from the most difficult old society to the new society with rapid economic development. Invisibly, they constructed an invulnerable system with the imprint of the old times in their consciousness. They tried to use their own game rules, values ​​and logical relationships as standards to incorporate the good and bad of everything into this system. to calculate and measure. The ideology of the younger generation, in their view, is rebellious, insignificant, unacceptable, and should be strangled in the cradle.
"Their stubbornness is often the same. It is the chaotic gray behind the laziness and slippery life that cannot be named. Gray gray, gray fog, gray iron. Talk to them, your voice is not foggy. What is swallowed up is to be bounced back by the iron."

The denial of the younger generation at the beginning of "Old Pao'er" really hit the "glass heart" of me, a post-90s girl. The younger generation seems bad. Apart from the fact that in the end, they all knew that they had lost their way and moved closer to a good young man whose roots were young and red, there was almost no other merit. This is the most unfortunate part of the movie - Xiaofei and Xiaobo are all flat and thin.
In fact, the contradictions between the two generations are not irreconcilable, otherwise there will be no final hand-to-hand reconciliation.
Regarding the rules of "morality", Xiaofei is also going through the process of gradual understanding and final inheritance. He is the successor of the dignitaries and the beneficiary of the new generation of rule system. But in his heart there was a river and lake, and there lived a Li Xunhuan. Tenderness and chivalry, pride and justice. Holding "Little Li Flying Knife", I sat on the sofa and watched it so quietly, my eyes couldn't turn. If I hadn't copied dreams and painted beliefs and utopias between the lines, how could I have lost the aura of the little boss and become obsessed It's like a reading man who is addicted to books and forgets the time. Maybe I also want to be a knight who comes and goes like the wind in the clouds and mountains, the blood is red, the life and death are determined, the lonely sword is not afraid of danger, and the clothes and jackets are determined to cross the rivers and lakes.

"Fei'er, you're still young, it's right to listen to your father."
"I listen, I've become a waste."
The self-deprecating sentence "crippled" made me, an outsider, feel a little distressed for him inadvertently. Xiao Fei is not a gangster and a bad boy in the true sense, and one or two can be seen from his gentle words. Unlike the old cannons who have been gambling and gambling since childhood, he is essentially just a flowery boy who can squander his capital at will, hesitant, confused, soft and fragile. The fathers are the new rulers who hold the power of money, and Xiaofei's status as "the second generation of officials" is covered with a layer of helplessness that we, the common people who were born to us, cannot understand. Xiaofei is afraid, because the social rules are re-dominated and defined by them, because the family and blood that cannot be separated have built a wall with no exit. Xiaofei was confused because he faced the sinful and ugly truth more than anyone else, because even if he knew it was wrong, he could not find a way out. He didn't grow to be self-sufficient and full of wings, and he didn't accumulate the confidence to compete with his parents. Lonely like him, he began to play cool, high, cold, and middle-aged. That world has speed, wins and losses, and "chivalry", although all of them are fictional scams. Racing through the strong winds of the Third Ring of Winter Night Avenue, active cells and impulsive love, all make Xiao Fei feel the vigor of survival.
"Weinan has a dustpan, so you can't winnow; Weibei has a bucket, so you can't drink wine." The useless child Jianghu still can't solve his confusion and confusion about the world and the meaning of life. It's not that he has no rules, it's just that no one can understand, and no one can be interested in listening. It was not until he met Liu Ye that Ren Xia Shangyi, who was floating in the book, came true. Like a wild bird finding the sky, everything has an ideal sustenance.

Xiaofei, who changed back to black hair, and the relationship with Liu Ye gradually opened a side story of being both an enemy and a friend. They began to talk like two equal adults, not weighing money, power and wealth, but only talking about morality. "Liu Ye, before I met you, I thought that such people were written in books. When I met you, I believed it." Xiao Fei's admiration for the illusory martial arts characters should gradually fall into "Liu Ye." "This entity. This is the root cause of relationship warming. Obviously, his father's people could arrest Liu Ye and beat him up, but Xiao Fei wanted to stop him like this. Solve problems according to Liu Ye's method, and pay tribute to the rules with personal choices. The sentence "I'm sorry" before the final match, a strong slap after hesitantly stretched out his hand, and a smile on a poker face against the light, made me seem to see a willful young man handing warm words to Lao Jianghu. "Nominations". Originally, I thought that I would find no exit in the fog, and I had to stop in place and watch everything become empty. But fortunately, this winter, you shake off the snow and appear, ready to have a showdown with me to tear apart the darkness.

A few days later, that icy blue world was extraordinarily empty and desolate. A mighty burning awaits the snowstorm that extinguishes it. Liu Ye fell on the way to maintain the order of the past, and used his life to write the final answer to the "benevolence and righteousness" test question. The examiners are a generation of young people represented by Xiao Fei, as well as all the authorities standing behind Xiao Fei. Perhaps no one can be more moving than Xiao Fei, a pair of eyes full of tears is the best reliance.
Since then, I have wondered how windy Beijing was that day. I wondered if anyone had ever seen a tall, thin young man with bright eyes and loud walking on this day. I want to know if the wind and frost are draped on his shoulders, if the heavy snow can't bend his spine, in the extreme whiteness, will he be blind, and whether he can see the road under his feet clearly. Will he get better? Just like the pure youth that once appeared, he is stubborn and stubborn, full of tenderness, with a youthful heart like a thousand troops, with a cloak and a thorn, raising eyebrows.

The conflict between Xiaofei and Liu Ye was also the conflict between me and "Old Pao'er" at first. My "resistance" is the apparent dissatisfaction of the two generations. So I like the black-haired Xiaofei so much, and I want to bestow the best blessings on him, and on us who are as young as him. At the end of the movie, everything is calm and bright, and we hope that we can live in this gradually biting world in a kinder way, and use a more sincere and appropriate gesture to give our parents a friendly handshake in concept.
There is nothing to talk about, let's look at Xiaofei and Liu Ye.

History has come to this day, in the eyes of many parents, the leisure and fraternity of our ancestors are farther away than the current turbulent world, and we live in a hurry, chaos and impatience. Traditions, etiquette, and culture are broken, and public order and good customs are no longer the same. However, there is no accurate standard or formula to measure what is better in the past, present and future. There are a thousand worlds in the eyes of a thousand people, and each era has its behavior. It may end up being a helpless relief, or a neglected surprise. Faced with the ignorance and unknown common to all, both generations need more patience and understanding.
The speed at which the times are changing has inevitably brought the possibility of a lag in subjective concepts to the older generation, but they have also been the founders of this era. This kind of passion is not satisfied with the old, and young people should understand it as "precious out of time". The precious wisdom of middle-aged and elderly people should have a listener. The truth accumulated over the years is fragrant over time, like a vertical tree soaked in the light of the sun. If it is practical, learn it and take it back to do something. It's good to keep it as a decoration as a decoration. Occasionally used for literary nostalgia, but also a lot of feelings.
As director Feng Xiaogang borrowed Dickens' words in an interview with reporters: "This is the best era, and it is also the worst era." Every era has its focal points, and this era is no exception. The social ills brought about by the rapid material development and cultural backwardness faults are a heavy burden on young people. Most of them have questions about society, denial of the past, and times when they are full of expansion and fantasy about the future, that is, when they are confused about the times. They are enthusiastic, they are young, but they are also ignorant. Give them more time, more opportunities to express ideas and make mistakes. The cultural capital and social experience of the parents were their reference books, but they were not the exam papers of that era. Criticism is okay, but please also listen to their voices for the new era. They always have to stumble and grow, and the world has to come to them in the end.
The flame of sincerity will not go out, as long as we hand over the torches to each other tenderly.
May the fire be passed down from generation to generation and live forever.
May you and I have a pearl, once the dust is gone, the light will be born, and it will shine through the mountains and rivers.



November 14, 2015 in Taipei

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  • Liu Ye: This is rule?

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    Liu Ye: Good Morning.